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Opinions needed: Writing a Suspense/Horror Novel
I'm actuallly a fairly talented novelist. I don't write for profit though. I write for fun. I don't sit there and wrack my brain for ideas until I manage to come up with something. I go through life normally until I have a very unique and vivid dream (usually while I have a fever) and decide to take that and run with it.
Anyway, I had a crazy one a few days ago. I'm thinking about writing this one out. It went like this, more or less(forgive the writing style; It's how I summarise):
Takes place at an appartment building in the city. Big, 14 floor, beautiful building with bay windows in the larger suites. Overall cream base with red-brown accents; Red-brown bricks dotting the corners and creating ledges no more than 3 feet below the windows.
Whole complex is in lockdown. No one enters, no one leaves. People inside seem a tad frightened and slightly on edge, but are following instruction, staying inside their rooms and entertaining themselves. All the windows are covered with heavy, black material, making everything much darker.
A janitor/scientist has apparently been working for years, developing some sort of new species to get back on all the people in the building that were rude to him over the years. He succeeded, creating a species of albino looking creatures; eyeless, sharp clawed, tall, bulky with spindly arms, protruding bones and armored plates; and set them loose in the building.
A man of great importace, possibly the mayor, climbs out the window and onto the ledge to catch the attention of a nearby hellicoptor. He leads them to each room, in desperate search for the "Dark Ones" that he has been babbling about, but they have vanished along with the people.
The dream cut to a teenage boy, hiding in a dimly lit room with an eerie blue glow. A man in a HAZMAT suit stumbled upon his hiding spot and told him to "come with me". The kid just pointed to the mutilated body of a recently deceased corpse. "What the hell is that", he exclaimed. "One of the lucky ones", the kid said, "he died".
The dream ended there.
Does that sound like a book worth writing or should I not bother?
Anyway, I had a crazy one a few days ago. I'm thinking about writing this one out. It went like this, more or less(forgive the writing style; It's how I summarise):
Takes place at an appartment building in the city. Big, 14 floor, beautiful building with bay windows in the larger suites. Overall cream base with red-brown accents; Red-brown bricks dotting the corners and creating ledges no more than 3 feet below the windows.
Whole complex is in lockdown. No one enters, no one leaves. People inside seem a tad frightened and slightly on edge, but are following instruction, staying inside their rooms and entertaining themselves. All the windows are covered with heavy, black material, making everything much darker.
A janitor/scientist has apparently been working for years, developing some sort of new species to get back on all the people in the building that were rude to him over the years. He succeeded, creating a species of albino looking creatures; eyeless, sharp clawed, tall, bulky with spindly arms, protruding bones and armored plates; and set them loose in the building.
A man of great importace, possibly the mayor, climbs out the window and onto the ledge to catch the attention of a nearby hellicoptor. He leads them to each room, in desperate search for the "Dark Ones" that he has been babbling about, but they have vanished along with the people.
The dream cut to a teenage boy, hiding in a dimly lit room with an eerie blue glow. A man in a HAZMAT suit stumbled upon his hiding spot and told him to "come with me". The kid just pointed to the mutilated body of a recently deceased corpse. "What the hell is that", he exclaimed. "One of the lucky ones", the kid said, "he died".
The dream ended there.
Does that sound like a book worth writing or should I not bother?
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